Another day...

I am no longer invisible as I like to think.
My flatmates notice when I'm not home.
Friends who don't leave messages ask where I've been all week.
Mom tells me to get an early night, for god's sake.

Being loved used to be a reassurance, it still is, I suppose, but when you're seeking anonymity and trying to fade away, it's becomes jolly hard to do. People just expect things from me.

Leave me alone.
I have a life besides for this one. I'd like to live it while I can.
Don't hassle me..
I'm trying to walk away from you.
Put away those tentacles, you're choking me with concern and I just want some space.

This isn't enough; you're all too much.

It's been lovely, but I have to scream now.